Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.